A collection of thoughts

Mosaic

I don't know why, but out of all my poems, it's not even my best writing or my favourite poem, this one just makes me feel the most vulnerable, so much so I don't tend to show it, but I guess that's the point of poetry. Being brave and being vulnerable to connect with others and make us all feel a little less alone

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Mosaic

I am a mosaic. 

A full whole picture of myself that with one final blow you shattered. 

Into a million pieces I broke.

The cracks unplanned and sharp.

My soul a danger zone I thought no one stupid or brave enough to enter.

See I saw these cracks as gaps that would make people fall to danger.

So I kept them out. Kept my distance. 

Because if they got too close to me,

they would get too close to the precipice.

Which, knowing me, would only make me dive in after them

and I didn't want to see the depths of my soul and know how broken I truly was.

Cause without anyone there trying to get a look in

I could stay safe away from the edge. 

Being so close, my perspective warped, my vision short, I focused on the cracks.

Gun pointed at your head, barrel in focus, world blurred.

Concentrate on the dangers, so that's what I did.

I focused on the cracks...

and then you came along, with your different perspective 

your open eyes, your open mind.

You took one look at me, and,

you saw me holistically. 

Saw the mosaic behind.

You made me understand that although I saw myself as broken,

you saw me as whole.

I was still beautiful.

I still had all my pieces together.

You acted as my eyes, when I couldn't rely on mine.

Made me see the whole picture.

And now I'm left to be my own devils advocate. 

Force myself to see the mosaic.

The mosaic of me.